yard sard || open
You see no absolutely no problem with a posse of kids younger than you wandering around without adult supervision. At least they’re getting outside of the house. At their age, you used to feel that under the strict training of your bro, you were kind of stuck at home most of the time. So you’re not making it any of your goddamn business what kids want to do with their free time. Hell, you don’t even know if it’s supposed to be school time–they could be skipping for all you care.
And it doesn’t strike you as a bad idea to let them handle your old katanas either. Sure, why not. You were swinging them around at a young age yourself. “hell yeah theyre cheap and when i say cheap as in im selling them for cheap. and also theyre pretty fucking cheap lets be real here”
You shrug off the question from the redhead. “i just had them sitting around no big deal” This is true. After you made a few more, they kind of just sit around your apartment like a form of twisted self-inflicted sword trap punishment for procrastinating on your yard sale.
“want to buy some? they dont come with scabbards though because i kinda forgot” You shrug again. It was a different captchalaogue code for making them with scabbards “but if yall wanna wait for a bit i can go grab some since idk theyre cheap but theyll cut you accidentally if youre not paying attention”
“That’s so cool,” Kyle murmured in awe, taking one into his hands as Stan voiced his agreement. His fingers traced the blade carefully, reveling in how he was holding an actual katana, before he fixed his grip on it and swung it around a few times, not really mindful of who he had almost hit.
Stan, thankfully enough, had swooped down and scooched Ike away, the Canadian baby babbling, “Sord fight! Sord fight!” as he rolled around the ground, laughing and giggling as Kyle’s SBF sighed in relief before throwing a look in the ushanka wearing boys direction. “Jesus dude, watch where you swing that thing!”
“Sorry!” Kyle apologized immediately before putting it back down, wary. At the shades wearing boy’s words, he raised an eyebrow. “Dude, are you like, from a ninja clan? Nobody logically has this many katanas in one place.” Pause. “... Yeah, I think I can wait for ones with scabbards. Mom will kick my ass if I bring it home like this.”
